This
is solely a work of fiction. Any semblance to any real live person is
purely incidental and coincidental, and is a figment of the authors’
imagination.

Peter,
also being an early riser joined me in the pool about a half hour
after mom went into the house. We added 1 to our customary 25 just
for good measures.

“Thanks
for helping me do better and get faster with my laps, Antoine.
Correcting my tuck and roll really made a difference.”

“No
prob, bro. I need to make some adjustments to form so that a couple
of muscle groups get stretched better. I taught you and Matt how to
adjust to the limitations put onto your bodies by the operations.
Now that you're healed and are no longer in pain, it's time to put
some pain in the regimen.” I said smiling. Peter grimaced. I
laughed and added, “It's not that bad, don't worry. Sometimes
I go overboard with my body... I'm reevaluating a few things within
myself, Peter.”

“I'll
agree, my body is in good condition. <I chuckled at remembering
Jesus' take downs since we returned home, but then turned serious>
I'm working on my inner being. During our travels, during our
meditations I see many weaknesses and holes inside of myself.”

“Bro,
I don't see you broken. Other than David, you're the strongest
person I know... Benji's strong but, I can't put my finger on it,
you're stronger. Can I ask you a question about yesterday?”

“Uhm,
yeah, sure... I'll answer you truthfully.”

“I
know you will. Thanks for being open with me. I'm sorry... why
didn't you let Jesus avenge his brothers' death? You know... when...
when he had the chance?” Peter asked seriously.

I
looked into his eyes. It was a question that I'd thought of a few
times but didn't really come to a conclusion about until just then...
I said, “Because Jesus has seen enough violence. It was not
and is not his duty to avenge his brothers' death. I saw that
yesterday when I looked into Pablo's eyes. All I saw was evil,
Peter. With that degree of evil no amount of love will overcome it.
Pablo has many demons inside of his being.”

“But
Jesus hates Pablo for killing Manual, doesn't he?”

“Yes.
I have hate for Pablo too. This is a weakness that I must
overcome.”

I
looked into Peter's eyes. The windows to his soul were somewhat
confused about why I didn't take out Pablo when I had the opportunity
to do so. Peter put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed warmly.

“So
why didn't you?” He asked seriously.

“Because
retaliation is not honorable and proper under any circumstance.
Retaliation is a sign of weakness. This is one of the holes... Peter
I truly wanted to remove Pablo's life forces. I must admit that I
wanted to. I fought with myself. I'm still fighting myself and I'm
glad you brought your question to me.”

“But...
you didn't hurt him even though you really wanted to... that shows me
that you have great strength, Antoine. I don't think I could have
done what you did.”

“Yes
you could have Peter. You’re very strong. I admire your
strength and inner beauty. I'm amazed. You should be very proud. I
hope to emulate your ways.”

Peter's
eyes filled with tears. He choked, “David says I'm strong... I
just don't see it, is that wrong?”

“No,
it's not wrong that we are blind to our strengths. Our soul mates
help us to see, and even if we don't see then they see it.” I
said realizing that one of my weaknesses was slowly slipping away. I
added, “I see Matt's strength. He doesn't think he's strong
though. I must speak to him of the realization you helped me to
see.”

With
that said, I turned to leave after deeply hugging Peter. He stopped
me, “Aren't you testifying today? Mom said something about us
staying home today... I don't remember the judge releasing you... you
know after...”

I
carefully regarded Peter. I realized that all that could possibly be
done for Manual was already done. The truth was told... what was
done with it was up to mere mortals. They would not require my
sperms... my sperms belonged only to Matt... They were not to be nor
would they be shared in any test tube or Petri dish or machine or
centrifuge. I shared my thoughts and feelings with him, my brother.

He
asked, “Aren't you even going to go to court to hear the
verdict read and his sentence?”

“I
need not be present to hear that which is already known, my brother.
There is no punishment appropriate 'enough', including death, which
will change what has already been destined. I will not dirty my
hands with his scum. Besides, I see no life within the body and
spirit of he who snuffed the innocent life of a child. Likely, his
sentence is and will be utter darkness. No human punishment can top
that, not even execution.”

“I
never thought about it that way. It makes sense though. So, does
that mean you've forgiven him?”

“No.
Take note, I am but a mere mortal. I have conflict. Right now, I
am not yet ready to release the conflict. Perhaps in time I will.”

“Yeah,
I'm the same way... with my uncle and to a lesser extent my
biological mother although with her my coming to grips was helped by
her death in prison. Antoine?”

'Yes
brother.”

“I'll
always be in your corner, no matter what. I cannot not be.”

“Thank
you. I feel the same way about you. I must go check on Jesus... he
is deeply troubled and his spirit is ailing with uncertainties. I
must work on teaching him about his mind control, and at the same
time help back him to being a little boy again. On the other hand
you should have seen him playing with the dolphins. He was a child.
I'm afraid that I reverted into childish games... and you know what?”

“What?”

“It
felt good, really good.”

*-*
Sunday *-*

On
Saturday afternoon Father Ben had called and said that his altar
boys, two brothers, had unexpected business come up preventing them
from performing their commitments on Sunday morning. He asked if I
would serve. I agreed, without question, and then asked if I could
bring Jesus to serve with me, that I needed something to bring the
boy up and out of his profound depression. Of course my idea met
high up on his approval list of things to do for the boy.

On
Sunday morning, on his way to work, Jeremy dropped me off at Jesus'
home. He told me to call him when I was ready to return later that
afternoon.

I
greeted Maria warmly. She told me Jesus hadn't left his bed since
Friday afternoon when Pablo's not-guilty by reason of insanity
verdict was announced. I'd not heard the verdict because I hadn't
wanted to hear it. Mom and dad knew the verdict, however they
respected my not needing to know, and they also did not tell anyone
else.

Maria
said that Pablo would be transferred to a prison mental health
facility on the mainland within a couple of weeks. She wanted to go
see him before he was transferred because she'd probably never see
him again since her funds would not permit her to travel that far.

I
told her of Father Ben's request. While she was cautiously hopeful
that Jesus' serving would be good for him she was realistically
skeptical that he'd agree, much less cooperate.

Jesus
was lying in bed on his stomach with the covers drawn up and over his
head. He didn't even move when I sat down and put my hand on his
back and ran it up and down his spine. His hair was such that I knew
he'd not showered or attended to his other needs, other than to empty
his bladder and bowels... but even, as Maria reported, that was scant
since he'd not ate or drank anything since Friday morning.

"Vete
a la mierda ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" [Fuck you...
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!] Jesus screamed then before I could
do anything, because he acted so very, very fast, his roundhouse kick
kicked me to the floor with his foot then jumped off the bed in an
arc with his other foot quickly arriving toward my neck for the
lethal blow that would send me off to the Promised Land.

I
acted very quickly before it could land and connect. I grabbed his
ankles and easily tossed him to the floor, his head landing
immediately next to mine. He lay limp, although he was not hurt, far
from it.

"Niño,
si no eran buenos, entonces no se enojara. Su corazón está
sufriendo. Su espíritu está herido. Yo le ayudará
a sanar, sino que tiene que hacer su parte, un poco. Puede empezar
por ayudarme a servir a la misa." [Child, if you were no good
then you would not be angry. Your heart is hurting. Your spirit is
bruised. I will help you heal but you have to do your part, little
one. You can start by helping me serve Mass.]

Jesus
shrugged his shoulders. He looked at me. The look in his eyes told
me that he wanted to believe my words, yet his struggle was great and
very nearly overpowering. His face then took on a blank stare... he
was looking straight ahead. He put his hands over his eyes, like he
was trying to keep something out, or was trying to keep himself
locked inside of his self-imposed prison walls.

That
lasted for maybe 2 minutes. With resignation in his young, not yet
changing voice despite the dark hairs adorning his pubes, he said,
"Manual, me dice lo que usted dice es verdadero y correcto, que
debe servir la Misa Él me dice que no es correcto hacer mamá
se preocupe más de lo que ya tiene que hacerlo. Sí."
[Manual, he tells me what you say is true and correct, that I should
serve Mass. He tells me that it is not right to make momma worry
more than she already has to. Yes.]

Slowly,
weak with hunger, Jesus stood, reached his hand to mine, and although
his help was not needed the needed to feel needed by helping me up to
my feet.

I
squeezed his hand then let go. Piece by piece, slowly, methodically,
I took off my shirt, shoes, socks and then my dress slacks. I folded
them neatly and sat them on his dresser. Next, I removed my
underwear and stood before him naked as the day I'd been born. I
took his hand and led him into the bathroom where I removed his dirty
filthy underwear, turned on the shower and got the water to
temperature while he sat on the toilet, and from the way he looked,
took a dump. He tore off a large piece of tissue paper and reached
it to me. I said, "Limpie su propio culo hijo,. Usted debe
hacer lo que puede hacer y son capaces de hacer por sí mismo.
Date prisa, no debemos llegar tarde." [Wipe your own butt,
child. You must do what you can do and are able to do for yourself.
Hurry, we must not be late.]

With
that, after wiping his butt, without a word, without even a glance he
got into the shower, wet himself down and then handed me the bottle
of shampoo. 15 minutes later he was putting on a clean pair of
underwear then smartly dressed in his Sunday best while I finished
drying off and did the same.

Freshly
showered, we walked into the kitchen area where Maria was early in
the process of making a large batch of burritos. Tears came to her
eyes when she saw that we were dressed and ready to go out. She
said, "Llame a su familia. Vamos a celebrar con una comida de
burritos, ¿no?" [Call your family. We shall celebrate
with a meal of burritos, yes?]

“Si.”
I replied.

Jesus,
skittish, walked to his mother, quietly stood in front of her for a
few seconds then reached his arms toward her outstretched arms. He
said, "Lamento que te preocupes, madre. Estoy triste y enojado.
Voy a ser un buen hijo para ti, voy a tratar, realmente lo intentaré.
Ten paciencia conmigo." [I am sorry to worry you, mother. I am
sad and angry. I shall be a good son to you, I'll try, I'll really
try. Be patient with me.]

Quickly,
with a hint of anger in her eyes, and a bit of sharpness to her
tongue, she replied, "Ningún hijo. No voy a ser paciente.
Tenemos que vivir. He perdido dos hijos, no voy a perder a otro. Id,
servid a misa, voy a esperar a que se levantan muy temprano todas las
mañanas. Que servirá misa todos los días. A
continuación, Antoine y va a trabajar para sanar su corazón.
¿Me entiendes, pequeña?" [No son. I will not be
patient. We must live. I have lost two sons, I will not lose
another. Go, serve Mass, I will expect you to get up very early
every morning. You will serve Mass everyday. Then Antoine and you
will work to heal your heart. Do you understand me, little one?]

Maria
took hold of Jesus chin then used the fingers on her other hand to
pinch his lips tightly closed. Maria did not like curse words.
Instead of admonishing him she kissed his lips then when he turned to
get away from her she popped him on the butt with her open hand. The
boy squealed, grabbed my hand then led me out of the house, but Maria
followed. She grabbed my chin and did the same thing she'd done to
her own son. I said, "Yo le enseñará
correctamente para que su boca no se metiera en problemas, y por lo
que es honorable y respetuoso, mientras que al mismo tiempo que
respeta a su templo. Vamos a ir ahora." [I will teach him
correctly so that his mouth does not get him in trouble, and so that
he is honorable and respectful while at the same time he respects his
temple. We shall go now.]

“Si.”

What
that said we took off for church, served Father Ben, and then headed
to back to his place, stopping by the ocean to see if our friends,
the dolphins were present and accounted for. We didn't see them so
without further adieu we went on to his place.

The
Escalade was parked in front of his house, as was Jeremy's truck, as
was Juan's Toyota SUV, and also Alice and Horace' Mountaineer. Our
vehicle, due to the increase in family size and our growth would no
longer allow us to all ride at the same time in the same vehicle.
Dad had mentioned getting one of those smaller transportation buses
to transport us altogether but as of yet hadn't.

The
burritos, as usual, were to die for. Even Jesus ate his heart out.
The atmosphere was relaxed, jovial and lighthearted. Jesus was
busily telling everyone of our experiences with the dolphins with me
filling in a few other minor details.

When
dinner was completed, Maria gave severe admonishments at our feeble
attempts to help with cleanup so we took off outside. Jesus was
preoccupied with taking the rest of the guys to where the dolphins
had been so Matt and I took off down the beach to the rocks so that
we could have some alone time, something we'd not had enough of over
the past several days. Sure, we'd had sex a few times but we hadn't
had that close, intimate, bonding time that we both loved so much.
We climbed up, though it wasn't the most favorite thing for Matt to
do since that is where he'd been with his old boyfriend Brad when he
was hurt and left alone. He was getting much, much better, relaxed,
and like me he found it to be a very spiritual place.

When
we arrived up there, we stripped, neatly folded our good clothes, and
then just sat on the special seat overlooking the ocean. Far off in
the distance, seemingly close to the horizon we observed a bunch of
people and they were our brothers and friends. Life was good. We
sat there for quite some time just relishing the view, listening to
the sound of the waves crashing in, and our company with each other.
We didn't talk about anything hot and heavy. Instead, we just spent
time getting our individual and togetherness lives together once
again.

As
it were, after a couple of hours of small talking and stillness we
made our way down to where I'd called home for a few months,
seemingly forever ago. There we listened to the almost echo like
sounds the waves were creating and reinforcing. We'd been there
before, just the two of us, sometimes with our brothers, mostly not
with them though.

The
cave had a number of shelf like outcroppings just before the cave
narrowed to a crawling sized space only. That's where I'd kept my
provisions and put the blankets to stay dry and away from the spray
that occasionally made its way up the sheer rock cliff.

Matt
smirked while passing his hands up and over and around my neck, while
kissing fervently, chest, back, torso, and well he liked (likes) my
butt – in more ways than one. Together, we retrieved the
towels and laid them out on the cave floor. The 'bedding' was very
hard and quite cool but we made do with its attributes a number of
times.

Satiated,
and so very much in love, we, while relishing our physical, emotional
and spiritual journey into the solar orbits, fell asleep holding each
other protectively, lovingly and filled with support. It was a
restful sleep... free from the worries of the world, concerns, and
whathaveyou, something neither of us had experienced at least from
when the trial had begun.

The
cave, usually dark, was pitch black when I awoke. No longer did I
hear the ocean singing its song, and no longer was the sunshine
entering the get-away. Urgently needing to pee, I walked to the
mouth and found that the sun was nearly set down on the horizon; just
a sliver of it remained.

Now,
I'm pretty agile when it comes to rock climbing but I wasn't prepared
for doing it in the dark. I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that
we'd never make it down before the sun was entirely set. I'd slept
in that cave many times, but Matt hadn't ever slept in it.

“Antoine?”
A voice said from the stillness and darkness.

“I'm
over here, babe. I'm about 30 paces from you.” I said softly
then turned away from the ocean and walked to where our nest was. I
felt his leg so I sat down and took him in my arms.

“I've
spent a lot of time here, before we met. I know this place like the
back of my hand.” I said assuredly.

Matt
giggled, “I didn't notice any men's rooms around here. Did you
see them on our way up?”

I
chuckled, “No, this cave hasn't been developed yet, sorry.”

“You
oaf. What time is it? We should probably be getting back.”
Matt said into my ear while kissing my ear lobe.

“Oops...
no clothes, remember... besides there's no cell phone reception here.
Babe, the sun is just about down. We're going to stay put tonight.
It's too dangerous to try and make it down. We both know the area
but we haven't done it at night, have you?”

“Well,
I did it once... anyway, I won't do it again. Will we be okay here?”
Matt said cautiously, questioningly.

“Yeah,
we'll be fine. We'll want to wrap up in blankets because it gets
cold and damp at night. I'm more concerned about mom, dad and
everybody worrying about us.” I said.

“Yeah,
but they know we know this area pretty good, and that we'll take
shelter if it was needed, like now.” Matt said while patting
my back. He added, “Okay, developed or not, I need to use the
boy's room.”

With
that said I took Matt to where I'd long ago designated a bathroom
location where we took care of business. Finished, I led us back to
our nest then reached into a cubbyhole where I kept toilet paper, and
then after taking care of that little piece of business we got under
two blankets while lying two more on top of us. From our combined
body heat, all snugged in and everything, our needs made their selves
known. Our kissing became urgent, our maleness grew to attention,
and our breathing became somewhat labored and very fast.

Matt
made known his desires for me to enter his body in the way that we'd
always found gratifying... however, found that without copious
quantities of lube I was unable to satisfy his wishes. He acquiesced
after promising him that I'd spear him once we returned home. But...
that didn't stop us from pleasuring one another through other means.
Without any difficulty he was able to, and did spear my inner sanctum
and eject his life giving nectars deep inside of my existence. I
know this sounds weird, but I was able to expel his love juices in
his hand which he used to lube his tunnel adequately. With
considerable difficulty, though it was extremely fun at the same
time, I was able to give him that which he desired. Because of the
serious friction on most of my dick I didn't last long before
jettisoning my own desires into his inner reaches.

Even
though we'd slept the afternoon away, sleep found us once again...
I'd found that cold causes one to sleep soundly once you get to
sleep. Such was the case again.

When
I awoke I saw some glimmers of light coming from the direction of the
caves’ mouth. Although my muscles were a little bit stiff and
sore, I felt rested and ready to get the day started. I was also
hungry. My stomach was growling. But I needed to pee first!

I
got up after checking to make sure Matt was okay and walked to the
mouth of the cave. The sun was up and shining brightly through the
cloudless skies, the trade winds were blowing moderately… it
was going to be a nice warm day. Feeling free and liberated, I held
out my fully elongated prong and proceeded to send an arc of my pent
up urine onto the rocks far below our level.

Just
then I felt Matt's presence. His hand found my butt cheek. Lazily,
he held on then used his other hand to hold his fully erect wand up
and out so that he too could pee off the side.

“Ya
ready?” Matt said imploringly.

“No,
not yet, the rocks are still wet and slippery, plus we need to first
put our stuff away so that it's dry the next time we come here.”
I said as Matt fondled my maleness (which hadn't gone down by the
way).

Needless
to say... Mm hmmmm... the rocks were dry and warm by the time we
headed out into the sunshine, and it was nearly noon before making it
home. I'm sure we made quite a sight what with wearing our Sunday
best clothes and dirty and grimy from a 'little' hike around the
island, sleeping on a cold hard floor all night, and our trudge up
the beach, dressing only about a mile from home.

“Go
take a shower. You have 20 minutes.” Mom glowered as we
walked into the house. Dad was none too happy. The guys just looked
at us like were Martians from outer space or something. Silently we
went to our room, stripped, took a quick shower, and then got dressed
in jean shorts and t-shirts before heading for execution.

Matt
and I talked... knowing that they would have been worried... and our
cavalier attitude toward our 'together' time. With heaviness we went
into the dining room where everybody was gathered. They'd been
waiting for us, and were loaded for bear, and then lit into us for
being irresponsible and uncaring. Jeremy related how he'd drove up
and down the beach looking for any sign of us, and how he'd felt when
he had to return home with the news that he'd seen nothing of us.

Sheepishly,
I explained how we'd fallen asleep in the cave, and that it was too
dark and the rocks were too slick to descend from the rocks. That
was countered by asking us why we didn't call... and the lame excuse
of leaving our clothes above the cave... and waiting for the rocks to
dry... and well, a lot was left out but it didn't take a rocket
scientist to figure out where our priorities had been during our
absence.

Our
apologies and vow to not ever do that again without first calling
were offered and accepted. No direct punishment was handed down
although I wanted to say more than once that Matt and I needed our
time alone... but I understood their worry and never wanted them to
worry like that again.

*-*

Once
the family meeting was over, I said to Peter, “Let's take a
walk. Grab your cell phone while I tell mom and dad that we're going
to take a walk down the beach.”

Peter
smiled. We kissed then went our separate ways. Mom and dad were
amendable that we take a walk to just be alone for the afternoon –
but to be home for summer AND to take our cell phones AND use them if
we were going to be late.

Jeremy
said, “David, I'll take you and Peter down if you want me to...
I know your Leg is great and everything... but that's quite a way
down there.

“Sure
thing. Jason and I may head down there later this afternoon...
haven't talked to him about it yet.”

Peter
and I took off for the shore, not 100 yards from our front door, and
began aimlessly walking down the beach with no destination in mind.
My Leg felt wonderful... it was so much better than even the great
one I'd had before. BTW, dad and I worked out my feelings of being
ungrateful for the money he'd put out... he was just glad that I had
even more versatility, mobility, and freedom. We decided to try and
sell the other leg to someone who might have needed it.

Peter
and I had gone to work with dad one day. Alex's prosthetic shop was
less than half a mile from dad's office. Alex, reluctantly, had to
tell us that he could not sell an already used prosthetic but that
perhaps we could sell it on Craig's list or some other online venue,
or perhaps we'd come across someone who might need one and who did
not have the money to pay for one, or we could donate it to GAAY,
perhaps.

Alex
asked if he could see my new prosthesis. He was absolutely intrigued
by the apparatus, and had me go through the entire fitting process to
see how it worked, and took pictures from all angles so that he could
submit its specifications to American manufacturers. He told us that
he'd call once he found out something. He was definitely excited,
and told us that the design and everything would be a major
breakthrough in the world of prosthetics in the US. We told him we'd
try to find out where my new Leg had been made.

…

Anyway,
we went walking down the beach just minding our own business. There
were still some tourists but we tried to stay away from them as we
didn't really want to answer their million questions, and selfishly
we just wanted our time alone.

We
didn't do much or talk much, other than hold hands the entire way,
and stole a kiss every now and again. When we arrived at the
isolated section of beach, where Antoine and Matt had stolen away to
the previous night, Peter suggested that we go out into the surf
since it was shallow and everything.

Stripped
of our clothing, and my Leg, we moseyed into the shallow surf, dodged
some waves, laughed and carried on, getting some dunks in, and then
settled down and just sat still.

Peter
sat down behind my back and wrapped his arms around my midsection and
squeezed lovingly. I raised my arms up, put them around his neck,
brought our faces together and kissed him passionately. He dropped
down his hands and grabbed that which designates me male and
squeezed. I pushed his hand away because my experiences at jacking
with sand and salt on that little fellow had met with much less than
desirable results.

However.

Peter,
undeterred, grabbed my prong firmly in his palm, began jacking
without sliding his fingers over the sensitive surface tissues ON my
penis. Before too long, the little fishes were provided a dessert of
the human variety. Being totally 'preoccupied' by the experience, we
paid no attention to a particularly high wave and got knocked onto
our backs with water entering our noses. We came up sputtering, not
so much from the water entering our oral caverns but because we were
laughing so hard!

When
we regained our composure, which didn't take long because we heard
laughing in the background, I turned around and saw AZ and Jesus
laughing their fool (said fondly) heads off. They were jabbering
back and forth in their native language, laughing and rolling
somersaults in the sand, pointing at us, and then rolling around some
more.

They
quickly stripped down naked and joined us. While I had no idea what
EXACTLY they had been laughing and carrying on about... heh heh …
it doesn't take a rocket scientist to have a good calculated idea
about what they'd seen.

After
playing with them for a while, David and I sat in the sand, watched
the boys for a while and then dried off under the heat of the sun and
from the trade wind breezes then got dressed and continued lazily
heading down the beach to nowhere in particular, after telling the
boys we'd see them later.

It
was nice to be alone with Peter. With all that had been going on in
our lives, in our family, and with our friends, we just didn't have a
problem with being alone for a change.

I
love my Peter more than life itself. I was so close to passing
beyond... regardless of where my illness might have taken me, I knew
he was always there in the present. That was a present in and of
itself. I turned and saw Peter looking deeply into my eyes. He
smiled then in front of God, the ocean, and whoever else looking on,
kissed me deeply, not expecting anything in return.

When
we came up for air, Peter said, “Not to worry, babe. We're
here because we can't be anywhere else.”

I
knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that he was right.

I
looked back over my shoulder. The boys were no longer in sight. I
giggled at remembering their antics, and even knowing that they'd
probably seen Peter and me relieving some steam. Peter smiled then
trailed his hand down my shorts and rested his fingers within my
crevice, pushing in, in, in, until they were stopped by the thin
fabric of my shorts. I said, “I gotsa itch babe. You're
playing with fire there, buster.”

“No
worry, I'll hose it down, don't you worry.” Peter said, and
the same time his eye bore holes into my soul, sending shards of
pleasure into my deepest essence. It felt like he was almost
'there', like his manhood was pushing against my pucker. He then
slipped his hand inside my shorts but outside my underwear and did
the same thing again... I was getting turned on to maximum overdrive,
barely controlling my urges to have him poke me right there on the
beach in broad daylight in front of anybody who might have been
within seeing distance, notwithstanding binoculars.

Just
as I reached down to unsnap my shorts to prepare for a proper pegging
by he who I love with all my heart a loud truck air horn blasted
bringing us up and out of the trenches of making out. Quickly, we
looked to our side and saw that it was Jeremy's truck. He was
flashing his lights on and off, and blaring his horn.

I
pulled my shirt down. Peter rearranged his and at the same zipped up
the zipper holding his pants in check, and his male gland in.

Getting
your breath back in a matter of 5 seconds is not an easy feat to
accomplish... let me tell you. Fluster doesn't easily go away, and a
penis does not go down in a heartbeat, or two.

Initially,
we thought something was wrong but as soon as he drove up to us and
Jason rolled down the window we knew there wasn’t anything
wrong... both were smirking, and both pulled their binoculars from
their laps. Jason, laughing, said, “Geez, go get a room
willya!”

Jeremy
wasn't any better. Wearing his trademark lopsided grin from ear to
ear, he said to Jason, “You know there aren't any rooms down
here. Hop in guys. I've got an idea.” We got in the
backseat. Jason flashed Jeremy a wicked smile and then they both
turned around to look at us.

Jeremy
said, more seriously and brotherly, “Hey guys, Jason and I came
down here so we could go walking like you guys did. Did you know its
7 miles back home?” Not waiting for an answer he continued,
“I'm going to park this truck between the dunes... the lube,
towels and Handi-wipes are in the console. Have fun.”

With
that said they got out of the truck, undressed to their skins, tossed
their clothes into the front seats and took off down the beach
leaving Peter and I looking at each other wondering if we should...
Chuckling, I said, “We've never done it on a backseat...”

Peter
grabbed my member of maleness, then with a very, very seductive smile
and squeeze said, “Not yet we haven't!”

An
hour and a half later, asleep in our arms, we were rudely awoken by
the opening of the truck doors, snickering, and a chuckle or two.